“I didn’t run away,” I say, denying it to the very end. “I went out for some air.” And then disappeared, but who’s asking?
Noah cants his head forward and rubs at his forehead as if I’m the one frustrating him. “And then you didn’t come back. By the very definition of the action, you ran away.”
“Going out for fresh air and then deciding that it was too cold to hang around and then deciding to take a taxi home is not running away. That’s a sequence of logical events, right there, Noah. Logical. Events.” I punch my hand for each word, giving it more emphasis.
He looks like he might want to throttle me, but he keeps mashing his lips together, trying to hide a smile. I don’t tell him that the feeling is mutual, but I glare at him all the same.
“Evie, can’t you just talk to me for once?” No
